by Star   Oct 26, 2020

the tinted glass
steals away sunlight,

the low ceilings dim
the dark walled room
even more

the snake plant in the corner
refuses to stay in his soil

with the minutes,
my heart keeps picking up
its pace

worn brown hair band
clasps my moving wrist

recycled origami boxes,
hold the shavings of
coloring pencils


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  • 1 month ago

    by Everlasting

    You are focusing on imagery. I like it.

    • 1 month ago

      by Star

      Thank, this is something i wrote really fast :)